*.•.°Leo°.•.*

“Unimpressed” Everyone at Crestwood High adored Leo Hart. The soccer captain. The perfect smile. The kind of guy teachers loved and freshmen whispered about in the hallways. Everyone—except Evan. Evan sat at the back of chemistry, earbuds in, doodling in his notebook when Leo walked in late again, flashing that heart-melting grin. The class practically sighed in unison. Evan didn’t even look up. When Leo noticed that, it bothered him. People usually noticed him. So the next day, Leo sat beside Evan. “Hey,” he said, leaning in with that lazy confidence. “Hey,” Evan replied flatly, still writing. “You’re… Evan, right? You’re pretty quiet.” “Or you’re just too loud,” Evan said without looking up. Leo blinked. Then laughed—a genuine laugh, not his usual practiced one. “You don’t like me much, huh?” “I don’t really know you,” Evan said. “But everyone else seems to already love you. That’s suspicious.” For the first time, Leo didn’t know what to say. Over the next few weeks, Leo kept sitting next to Evan. They worked on labs together, argued about music, traded sarcastic comments. Evan found out Leo was actually kind of awkward when he wasn’t performing for a crowd. And Leo found out Evan’s quietness came from being honest, not shy. One afternoon, Leo walked Evan home. They stopped by the old fence near the soccer field. “You really didn’t like me at first, huh?” Leo said, half-grinning. “I still don’t,” Evan said. “Really?” Leo leaned closer. Evan smirked. “You talk too much. But…” He glanced at Leo’s lips. “You’re growing on me.” Leo’s grin softened into something real. “Good. Because you’re the first person I’ve ever had to earn.” And under the fading sunset, Leo finally kissed the one person who never tried to be impressed—just real.